8:30 Sunday mornin’… Heard the rooster crowin’ as I’m Layin’ in the shrubs all caked in dirt She must’ve let me lie here sleepin’… After another night of drinkin’… My truck is gone I guess she went to church I saw a note taped to the front door as I stagger up the stairs It says “if you’re here when I get home, you’d better say you’re prayers!” (cause you’re)
Outta here… yeah you’re gone Take a long, long ride off a short dock, hit the road n’ disappear You see I’m… Outta love, outta trust, outta time and outta lust I took your truck as a souvenir You see I’ve… Had enough… You’re outta here
8:30 Sunday mornin’… I hear the preacher’s warnin’ Sittin’ in my favorite pew in church Tales of fire and brimstone… Flyin’ from his righteous tongue Well it’s the least that I deserve I see her in the front row, man it’s almost been a year Since the famous note she wrote, made it crystal clear (it said you’re)
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After church she pulled me aside and said Whatever happened to that guy? The one I left for dead that mornin’ caked in mud n’ beer…
And I said… “He’s outta here… yeah he’s gone He took a long, long ride off a short dock, hit the road n’ disappeared. You see I realized I’m still in love, I’ve got the time to earn your trust Keep the truck as a souvenir You see I… Had enough… He’s outta here!”
8:30 Sunday mornin’… I heard the rooster crowin’ as I… meet her in the truck and head to churchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
